The more you believe me, the more real it becomes.

Chapter 309 Your Sword, It's Not Bent
After saying that, he suddenly woke up and looked at the sword box in Zhang Si's hand.
After a moment of hesitation, unwilling to think any further, he simply fainted.

"Hey?"

This time, not only Cui and Zhang, but even the disciples and followers nearby couldn't help but come over.

It was at this moment that they suddenly heard a loud shout that exploded in their ears like thunder.

"Today, I, Zhong Wu, am leaving the Nanmen Sect. From now on, all actions shall be my sole responsibility!"

Zhong Wu? Martial Uncle?
Zhang Si was shocked and quickly looked in the direction of the sound. He saw a figure flash past his sight and then rush out of the restaurant, heading straight out of the city.

"Uncle Master, why is this?"

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wu turned and gave Zhang Si a deep look, then laughed heartily, his voice like the ringing of a sword:

"I want to be worthy of the three-foot-long sword in my hand! I want to be worthy of the great path in my heart!"

Cui Yuancheng also looked in that direction and immediately recognized the person—it was the master of ceremonies who had just come over to remind Du Yuan to leave.

He instantly understood: this master of ceremonies was determined to lend a helping hand, even at the cost of his life!
Such an action stirred his heart, and he bowed his head deeply as he left.

He went, he didn't go.
"Uncle-Master! Have you gone mad? Sect Master! And all you senior uncles and aunts! Stop him!"

How could Zhang Si not understand? His martial uncle's departure was clearly a death wish!
He frantically called out to his surroundings, hoping that his elders would come out and stop his uncle.

But all he received in response was deathly silence. He stood frozen in place, forced to watch helplessly as Zhong Wu's figure receded into the distance, eventually stepping into that obvious death trap.

Just as Zhongwu was about to fly out of the capital, he suddenly stopped on the city wall.

On the city wall stood a man—the sect leader of the South Gate Sect.

The two faced each other from a distance, and the air seemed to still. After a moment, the resolute look on Zhong Wu's face faded slightly, and with a hint of guilt, he bowed and said, "Sect Master, Zhong Wu has failed the sect's cultivation!"

The sect leader of the Southern Gate Sect looked at him; he didn't appear old, even somewhat youthful. He stared at Zhong Wu for a long time before asking seriously:

"Are you really sure? If you go, you may never come back."

Upon hearing this, Zhong Wu slowly said:

“When I was young, I roamed the world with my sword, determined to eliminate demons, uphold justice, and defend the righteous path. No matter how powerful the enemy is, as long as they violate justice and morality, I dare to step forward with my sword without ever backing down.”

"Back then, I made countless enemies and caused countless troubles, but even if I was wounded to the point of death, I could still laugh and leave."

The emcee looked up at the dim sky above and added:
"Because at that time, I wasn't holding my breath!"

Finally, he bowed again, cupped his hands deeply to the Sect Master of the Southern Gate Sect, and said with deep regret:

"Sect Master, you saved my life back then and brought me to the Nanmen Sect to recuperate. You always say that I have already repaid this kindness, but in my heart, I have never been able to repay this kindness enough in this lifetime. If there is an afterlife, Zhongwu will once again serve the Nanmen Sect like a dog!"

The sect leader of the Southern Gate Sect looked at him and slowly bowed, bending his waist very deeply:
"Please don't blame me, my foolish brother, for not being able to go to my death with you."

The two bowed to each other from afar, and said nothing more.

The next moment, Zhong Wu suddenly drew his sword, and the sword energy was like a rainbow piercing the sun, as if it wanted to split the chaotic sky!
Where the sword light flashed, the dim sky was ripped open, allowing the cool, bright moonlight to spill down to the world.

As Zhong Wu's aura continued to rise and his figure sped towards that small world, the Sect Master of the Southern Gate Sect knew all too well: Zhong Wu's departure meant that he had completely overcome his inner demons and let go of all his inner knots.

If he can return alive, he will surely rise to the position of Great Sword Immortal and support the increasingly declining sword cultivator lineage.

But he won't survive!

Overwhelmed by grief and indignation, the Sect Master of the Southern Gate Sect slammed his legs into the city bricks. Amidst the shattering bricks, he screamed hoarsely, "Your foolish brother... respectfully sends you to your death!!!"

"Hahaha—! Brother is off!" Beyond the horizon, a dazzling sword light burst forth from Zhong Wu's hand, slashing straight towards that small world.

He wanted to cleave through this small world, break in, and fight to the last breath for the great path in his heart!

He wanted the world to know: Zhong Wu could die, but the sword in his hand must never be bent!

But at that very moment, before he could strike, the small world vanished on its own, leaving behind a group of Du Yuans repairing a large tomb. Du Yuans stood with one hand behind their backs, supporting their swords as they emerged.

In an instant, everyone heard a completely bewildered voice:

"what?!"

The sound came from two people.

One is the master of ceremonies, and the other is the head of the master of ceremonies.

The two stood frozen in place, bewildered as they watched Du Yuan, who had single-handedly slain all the powerful enemies unscathed.

Just now, I felt a surge of pride, a thousand kinds of vigor, and a hundred kinds of grief and indignation.

At this moment, everything became a complex mix of emotions, a feeling that defied description.

Then, all the cultivators in Kyoto shouted in unison:
"ah--?!!!"

The difference is that the former is indescribable, a complex emotion that transcends joy and sorrow.

The latter is pure terror.

So many major repairs, so many valuable treasures, and despite the combined efforts of all parties, he managed to wipe them all out by himself?!

I thought he was just a shrimp that had accidentally wandered into the river with gold, but it turns out he's actually a powerful dragon crossing the river!
Du Yuan was also exchanging glances with the emcee.

After gazing at her for a long time, Du Yuan finally cupped her hands and smiled, saying:
"Thank you for coming to help me! I will always remember this kindness!"

The emcee's expression was complex, and his aura was steadily declining.

The monks in the surrounding areas of Kyoto were still in a state of panic, whispers rising and falling like waves, but no one dared to come here.

The sect leader of the Southern Gate Sect stood rooted to the spot, watching his junior brother's retreating figure. The words "Respectfully sending my virtuous brother to his death" were still stuck in his throat, and he didn't know how to take them back. He only felt a tightness in his chest.

He felt both regret for Zhong Wu's missed opportunity and relief that he hadn't actually died. A mix of emotions swirled within him, making his grief and indignation even more difficult to express.

Ultimately, it all boils down to one sentence:
"So close! How could it have been so close?!"

Whether it's earlier or later, there's no need to be in this limbo; everything should be done cleanly and decisively.

He could clearly see that as long as Zhong Wu had cleaved open that small world, he would have grasped his sword heart. Not to mention what would have happened afterward, he might have instantly attained enlightenment and ascended to the position of Great Sword Immortal!

just
All the complexities were reduced to a long sigh.

The master of ceremonies slowly landed in front of Du Yuan, cupped his hands in greeting, and said:
"Make senior laugh."

He realized that although it seemed like he was only slightly off, in reality, he was miles away from it!

After all, it's his own fault for hesitating until now. How can he blame others?
Even this senior himself had said long ago that he was not afraid of these petty villains.

Upon hearing this, Du Yuan raised her hand and pressed it on his shoulder, then said with utmost seriousness:

"Your sword isn't bent!"

(End of this chapter)